I wonder why it’s buried so deep…
Speaking of deep. This massage is heavenly. I didn’t realize how much I needed it until now. Zoe and I are miles apart in most ways. But if we are going to hang out…going to be sisters-in-law (Jesus Christ…) I guess there are worse ways to pass the time.
After the massages, we head to the pool. Zoe shows up in a white bikini that is literally two triangles and a thong. Her skin is the color of a caramel latte and flawless. She lays in the sun, toned stomach facing the sky, sunglasses taking up half her face. Her beach waved hair is draped loosely over one side and her expression looks bored.
RBF at its finest.
And it’s getting her the attention of every man in a fifty-foot radius.
I am in a yellow one piece. Despite it being full coverage, it doesn’t cover much in the way of my boobs. But that’s normal for me. My skin looks like it’s never been outside, and my red hair looks like it’s on fire. My shades, dollar store knock-offs, are white with black polka dots. And the heat is really getting to me.
That slide is looking super fun right now.
No one is on it. It’s not kid size. Like it’s legit a real full-blown water slide. A sunburned lifeguard who doesn’t look a day over fifteen is sitting at the top staring at his phone.
“I need another cocktail,” Zoe says.
I look over at the bar which is literally less than twenty feet from us. No line either. Then I look back at her.
Zoe sits up, arches her back, shakes her hair back and glances in the direction of the bar. That’s all she does. She looks at the bar. And within ten seconds the bartender hops over the bar top and sprints over to us.
“Can I get you another drink Mrs. Hardin?” he asks.
“A Mai Tai. Make it strong this time, babe. I’m not paying for juice.”
“Of course, Mrs. Hardin.” He scampers off as quickly as he jogged over and gets to work.
“Mrs. Hardin?” I ask as Zoe leans back down.
“Trying it out. Seeing how it sounds. Honestly, I prefer my own name, but Hardin sounds so…rich.”
“Gets you fast drinks, that’s for sure.” I shake my head.
“Aren’t you going to have one? You do know it goes on their tab right?”
“Yeah, I’m not really thirsty. Actually, I am kind of nauseous.”
It sweeps over me pretty fast and super hard, like a wave threatening to make all the pancakes from a few hours ago come back up.
“Excuse me…” I hop up from the lounger and rush towards the bathroom, nearly taking out a cabana boy in the process. I barely make it to the toilet and sure enough, I am sick.
It comes out of me in two Exorcist style heaves and then…I’m fine. I lean back against the stall, wiping my mouth with the back of my wrist. I’m still shaking, still sweating, and very much not great but the nausea is gone.
“Amanda?” Zoe’s voice echoes through the bathroom and I shove the door open, still sitting on the floor.
“In here.”
“Oh…oh…babe, are you sick?” Zoe is concerned but the majority of her tone is drenched in the ick. If I had to guess she doesn’t handle bodily fluids well.
“I mean I got sick,” I tell her, running a hand through my hair.
“You’re pale as fuck. I am going to get the medic.”
I shake my head. “Oh, no I’m fine. I don’t need–”
“Hey pool boy!” Zoe calls out and I cover my face in embarrassment. It’s one thing to be sitting in a bathing suit in a puddle on the bathroom floor. It’s another to have Miss Thang calling out to hotel staff like they’re servants. “Yeah you. We need a medic in here. My friend is…ill.”
Jesus.
